Setting: Streets, Drool & Dine Diner Time: Evening. Characters: Open to brixie (or anyone else.) Summary: Amber goes out incognito. CLICHE ALERT. Rating: Probably PG/PG-13ish at the most.
Amber Sweet did not often venture forth without her entourage. There was too much risk. She was too well-known. Then again, it wasn't so difficult for her to put aside her public face. After all, it was fairly amorphous to begin with, and of the hundreds of wigs that she owned, only a few dozen styles had been popularized by publicity shots and press conferences. So long as she dressed down and crept out quietly, Amber wouldn't have to fear being recognized.
It was early enough for her to catch a ZSN meeting, but she was craving novelty, not depression. The last thing she needed to expose herself to was a bunch of whiny addicts who'd hit rock bottom and had nowhere else to turn. She walked past the ever-present throng, idly wondering how many among the faceless were in her father's debt. Her debt.
Corviss had been skipping his subsidized payments. She knew he could afford them. They were practically a formality. So his shirking them had to be an insult. He was daring her to confront him about it. Pushing her. Amber imagined what his face would look like if one of her fath- one of her repo men suddenly appeared at his door. It was a pleasant thought.
There was a small diner near a college campus not too far from GeneCo headquarters. Amber was curious as to whether or not she could still as a college student. She hoped so. She had gone so far as to wear flats.
It wasn't the sort of place she'd normally be caught dead entering, but that was probably exactly why she stopped there.